"With bacon and eggs?" he asks almost too quickly. God he hasn't had bacon in... he doesn't want to think about how long. Maybe getting kicked out of the cafeteria was a blessing in disguise after all. (Or maybe he should have thought about asking for something more than a sandwich and a soup from the weird mechachef thing.)

"No. I'll eat that." He can skip the veg and just pile on the bacon and sausages. John will be happy either way.

"I'm John." A shaky breath. He hasn't given out his last name yet, much more of an identifier than 'John'. "Constantine. Nobody calls me- it's just John."